Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 04:11:48 -0700
From: "e_bacrot@yahoo.com" <e_bacrot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason

    So this is a story when I was a freshman in college, happened in
between/during another thing I had going on with a kid named
Kenny.  Kenny and I weren't dating or anything so I wasn't cheating on
him or anything.  We had to take Gen Ed classes freshman year, it didn't
matter on our major. (made no sense).  Anyway I sat next to a guy Jason
first day of class in English and we kind of built up a working
friendship.  We would hang out every now and then at parties, not often
though, I was a freshman and dealing with working out and hockey
practice.  If you read my Kenny story, I gave a little away about him
and what he was about.  But if you haven't read my stories, I am a
little over 6 foot, 170 pounds at that point, maybe a little shorter
freshman year.  Close cropped dark blonde hair, dick was cut (well still
is I guess), good girth and a little over 7 inches.  I was/am bi, I had
known that for a long time, so I wasn't confused in what I wanted, only in
how to get it (like every other bi teen).  I had something going on with
another guy, and I had met a girl so I wasn't looking for anything else at
the moment, but if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn't turn it
down.  So about Jason, he was really tall, at least 2-3 inches taller
than me, and really lanky.  T-shirts and dress pants all the time in
class, but really nice face and cute.  But like I had said, I never made
a move on him or even asked if he was dating someone, I had enough going on
already in that department.  We got along really well, sharing our past
and he learned I was good with English and asked if we could hang out and
study together.  Neither one of us had majors in English, it was just
required, but I agreed, nice to meet a new friend I guess, not to mention
he was pretty good looking.  I don't say "hot" because his type wasn't
really my thing, tall lanky guys, but at 18, who cares.  His face had
nice features and he had really full lips.  Looking back he was hot I
guess for someone looking for his type, and maybe I was just blind to him
because I was hooking up with someone almost the exact opposite at the
time.  Anyway story goes on. 

So we hung out a few times, I invited him back to my room to help with
homework and whatever.  He met my roommate (Mike) and we all got a
long.  I was helping him with writing and we would discuss things we
were required to read.  He didn't really seem to grasp the meaning of
some of the required reading, so I would help him a little and pretty much
pretend I was the professor he would face the next day in class.  I
hated it to be honest, I know he was very thankful for everything, but
playing teacher after class was not a thing I was interested in.  Also,
most times I helped other guys out, my goal was always to get in their
pants, and with Jason, it never crossed my mind.  I really don't know
why, he was worthy of it by his looks and attitude, personality etc, but I
just never put much effort into that aspect with him until a night in the
future...well its complicated, you'll read it.   So a few weeks go by,
and we have to write a review of some short story.  The professor
allowed us to work in teams, and obviously Jason and I chose each
other.  I knew I would do the bulk of the work, but Jason said he would
do his part, I doubted it.  We had to read the story and write about its
meaning, individually and then orally present it together and kind of
debate why we agreed/disagreed with each other.  So time goes by, and
Jason did read the story, but he didn't understand it or the meaning behind
it.  I remember it was a short story by Turgenev, not sure if it was
"The Dream" or not, he wrote a lot of them, but it doesn't matter.  I
had an advantage, I loved Russian literature, I had read almost everything
by Turgenev before I even got to college (no choice, my mom was an english
teacher), and I loved them.  So anyway, I invited him over, my roommate
Mike had gone home for the weekend so we could write his side of the paper
together.   I played the fake contrarian while writing his side, just so
it would be a good show when we had to talk about it in class.  Jason
wasn't stupid or anything, he wanted to be a graphic designer and Russian
short stories were not in his wheel house.  And of course alcohol was
involved, it was friday night, and I told him I wrote more fluid when I had
a few drinks...maybe it seemed that way but I have gone back and read some
stuff I wrote the night before and lets just say it needed a little
editing.  At 18 though, who cares, we were both free to do what we
wanted and just cruised through the night, I filled him in on the major
points of the story and told him why he would take this or that position in
class when we presented our little debate.  So we were drinking and
going back and forth about the story, I wanted to understand where he stood
with how he felt before I started typing his paper.  He actually seemed
to grasp the main point pretty well and laughed a little because I had
taken the stronger position.

Me: Thats the price you pay, you defend the idiot side of it hahah.

Jason: Thats fine with me, at least I understand the story, I'll be right
back, I need to take a piss.

So he left the room and headed to the bathroom.  I started his part of
the paper and he walked back in and sat on the bed behind me.

Jason: I gotta take off in a little bit, we can finish this tomorrow.

Me: Its only 11pm, we'll bang it out tonight don't worry.

Jason: Ok maybe, 20 more mins or so then I gotta head back.

I didn't know why at the time he was so quick to leave, I figured out later
he had little experience with alcohol and was probably ready to pass
out.  We didn't drink TOO much, but enough for a newbie to start feeling
a little unsteady in his surroundings.  I kept typing for about 5 mins
and turned around on Jason, he was asleep in a weird position against the
wall.  I said his name a few times and he didn't move, I noticed he
didn't zip up from his bathroom visit and his dick was hanging out of his
boxers.  Well, I got hard just thinking about the possibilities that
would never happen, but went in to get a closer look, big cut head, and I
guessed he was probably bigger than me.  I leaned in and made contact
with his pants and dick a little bit, I don't know if I was gonna jerk him
or zip him up to be honest, doesn't matter because he woke up and I got
really scared.

Me: Hey, you ok?  I was trying to zip you up, your dick was hanging out
from when you left the bathroom.

Jason: Yea, I'm ok...lets finish this tonight right? (he had really serious
eyes now)

Me: Uhh, thought you wanted to go back to your room.

Jason: No, lets just get it done, I can crash here if I have too.

So, let me explain a few things.  This will be tough to explain
feelings, but looking back with the experience I had, I can read it much
better.  He caught me, no doubt.  But he wasn't spooked by it.  I
didn't know what I was doing and neither did Jason, but by his reaction I
was pretty sure he wanted to find out what could happen.  Someone is
adamant about leaving, catches me checking out his cock hanging out and
then all of a sudden wants to stay over?  Jesus, I am slapping myself in
the face right now for not reading it better then.  I was such a pussy
about it and basically forced him back to his dorm and told him we would
finish it tomorrow.  I was really really scared I had got caught and
although I knew the future now, I didn't then.  Jason was gay, I didn't
know it.  I would find out later in life, we never really hang out, but
I get a call or text every now and then from him.  Anyway, I'm laying in
bed staring at the ceiling, panting like a dog from anxiety and
nervousness.  Talking to myself:

Me: Fuck, he will be here tomorrow, did I really fuck up?  I don't
understand how he reacted, I don't know jesus.  We gotta finish that
project tomorrow.....and he will be here.

Long self talk short, I was nervous, he would be over tomorrow and I didn't
know if he would remember what happened or be into anything or if I should
make a move or whatever.  My mind was spinning as most people would in
that situation and at that age.  I got little sleep, woke up at 5am, did
laundry, worked out and took a nap around 10am.  I basically tired
myself into sleeping.  I woke up to a knock on the door and it was Jason
around 1pm.  I got up and let him in, he was ready to finish the
paper...I let him read what I had written so far and he seemed to like it.

Jason: Sounds good, we have to practice the presentation too.

Me: Yea no problem, its almost done.

Jason: Do you have anything to drink?

Me: Yea, sure, in the fridge dude, make me one too.

So we started drinking, I finished the paper in 30 mins and he liked
it.  After that we practiced the debate part, and learned the major
disagreement points of the story we would talk about in class together on
monday. It was getting later and I asked him if he wanted to call it a
night.

Jason: No, its good.  We can keep going, I'm not tired.

Me: Ok, cool.

Again, I still wasn't looking for anything from him, I only took a little
peek at his dick the night before, never had any intention of making a
play.  For a guy that liked to be back in his room at a certain time in
the past, he was having no problem being around me late night.  He laid
on the bed and said he wished he had a pillow like I had.  Well this is
where the internal fire beats the internal anxiety.  I laid down next to
him.

Me: You sleepy?

Jason: Not really, just relaxing.

Me: Last night, sorry about that.

Jason: About what?  Oh that? You tried to zip me up.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I was scared as shit, but I took a
chance.

Me: Well I was going to eventually yea. (small risk with innuendo)

Jason: What's that mean? (he seemed really nervous)

Me: I mean, I took a look at you first, sorry I guess, just curious.

Jason: Maybe you can go take a piss and leave your zipper down this time?
(he laughed it off like a joke)

Me: I do need to piss, maybe I can...(I was so fucking nervous)

Jason: Ok....do it.....

I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but I would find out.  I got up
and left for the suite bathroom and took a piss thinking about what was
about to happen.  I walked back in and he was under the covers ready for
bed.

Me: Guess you are sleeping here tonight...(nervous laugh)

Jason: Yea if its ok.

Me: Sure, it will be a tight fit but sure.

I got into bed after stripping down to my boxers and laid down next to
him.  He was a little buzzed, maybe 1/2 drunk but was still talking
normal.

Jason: I wanted to stay over last night and finish that paper, why'd you
push me out?

Me: Oh yea, no reason, I was just tired I guess.

So 10 mins go by, no words spoken, both of us probably praying the other
guy made the first move.  

Jason: Have you ever fucked a girl?

Me: Yea, you?

Jason: Yea, how old were you when you did?

Me: 15

Jason: ....ever fucked a guy?

Me: umm.....yea I have...have you?

Jason: Yea...so I guess goodnight.

Me: It doesn't have to be I guess...,ya know...

Jason: Nah, I guess it doesn't...

He reached over and grabbed my dick....thank god finally. In real life it
was probably longer time wise before he decided to do something, but I was
thankful he did.  I was just praying and screaming in my head, "TOUCH ME
AND I WILL TOUCH BACK!!!"  Haha, sorry, but thats pretty much what my
mind was going through at 18.  I reached back over to his boxers and he
was already hard.  We both turned over on our sides and jerked each
other a little, neither one of us had the balls to kiss each other.  He
kept asking me "Is this alright, Is this alright" over and over.

Me: Yea dude its fine, its great.

I leaned in to kiss him and thankfully he accepted and we made out for a
little bit.  In the process we took our boxers off and were hand on meat
now still making out.  I roamed his chest with my other hand, really
skinny kid feel on him, decent chest hair already, but I didn't care.  I
rubbed his nipple a little and he moaned.

Jason: Can you please suck my dick? (very polite)

So I agreed.  It was bigger than mine like I had thought before.  He
was probably a little over 8 inches and about as thick as me, biggest dick
I ever encountered in my life (close second is a brazilian guy I hooked up
with...well doesn't matter).  I turned in the bed and pretty much forced
him to suck me while I went down on him.  He was quick and working hard
on me, while I was busy inspecting him and taking it slow